Genius Psychic Dog? (Part One)

Have you ever noticed how your pets know your routines as well as you do? I began to notice how it seemed my dog Bowie could read my mind. For example, he would trot to the destination I was heading before I’d get off the couch. I am of course not claiming my dog is telepathic, I am proving I am just that predictable. Sit pretty + offer a paw = praise, Oh, but it goes so much deeper than that.
I wake up each morning with the same happy greeting of a cold wet nose in the eye and my husband’s report on the weather. I thank my dog Bowie for his enthusiasm for the morning’s arrival with a neck scratch. He follows me to the bathroom and reluctantly complies when I ask him to wait outside the door. I hear him sigh and lay down. He pushes his nose under the door and sniffs nervously as if I had suddenly disappeared down a rabbit hole never to return.

When I open the door (cue the music), he frantically wags his tail in a circular motion. I imagine him saying, “I tried to save you from the shower but I don’t have thumbs!” He then sits at my feet as I brush my teeth. He groans with an increasing volume moving his muzzle closer to my face demanding his teeth get brushed. I get out his toothbrush and toothpaste and brush a bit on both sides of his mouth.

Directly after his undivided attention, disguised as a dental exam, he runs to his dish and stomps his feet. He is right I normally give him his breakfast about then every morning. As he dines on his food, I get ready for work.

His anxiety builds when I start to get my shoes on; he runs to the door wagging “Can I come today Mom!” I tell him “Sorry Bud, not today” his ears slide down, his head drops, and he slowly mopes to his bed. He faces the wall and lets out a great big sigh. Guilt stricken I get his cat Yula and place her on his bed with him. As I walk down the hallway, he gets off his bed to see if I will change my mind with Yula following behind him. I laugh and remind him I come back every day and Dad is still home. He then runs to the bedroom, Yula still behind him, to find my husband.

As I commute to work, I realize his morning routine must be as important to him as mine is. But is it the same when I get home? Am I that boring? Or is it something else? …

Cherie is a photographer at Drs. Foster and Smith. She and her husband, Adam, are avid outdoorsmen, as well as volunteer firefighters. They share their home with their dog, two cats, and a beta. Cherie also shares her daily workspace with two skinks, a lovebird, and a Green-Cheeked Conure. In her free time she photographs wildlife and the night sky.

dogs are genius they can predict calamities..only if we can read their minds…since i have my pet dog when she was 3 weeks old and a survivor of 5 puppies abandoned at the basement of my sisters resort, i pity her that i brought along with me back home. Now she’s 1yr 6mos old and she understand whatever i say to her and i also understand sometimes what she mean thru her gestures or barks. she’s my therapy and i have a normal blood pressure since then…thanks to my dog…my very best friend.